I could not seefor the fog in my eyesI could not feelfor the fear in my lifeFrom across the great divideIn the distance i saw a lightJean baptistewalking to me with the maker

My body is bent and brokenby long and dangerous sleepI can't work the fields of abrahamand turn my head awayI'm not a strangerin the hands of the maker

Brother johnHave you seen the homeless daughtersstanding therewith broken wingsI have seen the flaming swordsthere over east of edenburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the makerburning in the eyes of the maker